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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/27767377">Sundance</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/MarieSackler/pseuds/MarieSackler'>MarieSackler</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>Sophie and Sackler [8]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Adam Driver - Fandom, Girls (TV), Girls HBO</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Acting, Anxiety, Confrontation, Drinking, F/M, Fluff, Mental Illness, Mention of pregnancy, Oral Sex, Original Character - Freeform, Past History of Trauma, Romance, Series, Sex, Smut, Traveling, soft</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-11-29</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-11-30</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-10 22:49:09</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Mature</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>2</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>4,398</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/27767377</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/MarieSackler/pseuds/MarieSackler</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>Sophie and Sackler [8]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/series/1793971</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>6</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>9</td></tr>

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<a name="section0001"><h2>1. Chapter 1</h2></a>
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    <p>Sunlight flooded the room. Quiet snores touched Sophie's ears as Adam dreamed wrapped up in her arms. She ran her free hand through his splayed hair. He looked precious bathed in sunshine, far away in sleep. She sighed softly, closing her eyes, trying to soak in a few more minutes before getting up and coffee. </p><p>Adam wriggled below her, his mouth suddenly sucking on her nipple. "Adam." She purred, already feeling the warmth pooling in her core. She was always ready for him; she loved and hated it. He alleged that she had the same effect on him; she wasn't entirely assured. Adam let go of her breast and looked up at her with a sleepy grin.</p><p>"Morning, beautiful." Sliding his hands over her, caressing his lips to hers. Sophie encased his hips with her legs as he intensified his kiss. She let out a weak yelp as his erection jabbed into her. Adam blurted out a laugh in response before burying his face between her legs. He nibbled at the outside of her sex. Instinctively, Sophie arched her back, pushing up into him.</p><p>"Greedy, girl. So greedy." He teased as he opened her wider, rubbing his nose to her clit and stroking her slit with his tongue. "Fuck, I love you." Adam abruptly yanked Sophie's legs up and over his shoulders. She roared in laughter before shifting into a moan as he found her clit again with his lips. Robust, hot pressure rushed over Sophie's body with each movement from Adam, her orgasm closing in on her.</p><p>"Handsome." She whimpered as she swallowed down a cry. "I want to cum with you inside me." Her words, raspy. Adam drew his fingers from her and inserted them in his mouth. Shutting his eyes, he shook his head playfully.</p><p>"Just like honey." He chuckled before dropping her onto the mattress, gently tugging her into position; he stroked her sides as he thrust quickly inside of her; they fit together so beautifully. </p><p>It didn't take long before both of them were panting in a sticky heap; Sackler nuzzled between Sophie's breasts, smoothing tiny kisses into her skin. "Okay, time for a shower, kid." He jumped up and hauled Sophie towards the edge of the bed. She protested as he lifted her into his arms. "I'll make breakfast; go hurry up!" He barked, slapping her ass, as he proceeded to the kitchen. </p><p>Sophie showered quickly before finding Sackler, sitting in his boxers reading the newspaper, his mouth full of cereal. He looked at her as she entered, he smiled.</p><p>"You're so pretty; come sit." He opened his legs for her; Sophie hesitated; she always feared she would hurt him. Sophie joked once that she would break his leg; this resulted in him giving her the silent treatment for an hour. </p><p>Carefully, she slid into his lap; Adam crushed a kiss to her cheek before scooping up a spoon of Cheerios and touching it to her lips. "I made breakfast." Sophie opened her mouth for the cereal. Sackler smirked. "So, my agent called while you were in the shower..." He paused, stirring the spoon around the bowl. "Looks like I am going to Utah, kid because my film is being presented at Sundance! He roared. </p><p>Sophie shrieked with excitement, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck; happy tears streamed down her face. Her heart could burst with how much pride was in her heart. "You know that you are going with me." He pulled her back and touched his nose to hers. "We are going to get you a wondrous fucking dress, and you are going as my date." He asserted. </p><p>Sophie kissed him hard, shifting to straddle him in the chair. Adam groaned as Sophie rubbed her sex on his lap while deepening her tongue into his mouth. One-handed, Adam unclasped her bra and had her shirt on the floor before Sophie could respond. </p><p>Sophie cried softly into Adam's mouth as he slid his hand down into her panties, his fingers quickly dipping inside of her wet cunt. She reared her hips at his intrusion; Adam lowered his head to nibble her collarbone as he rubbed her clit and thrust his fingers. </p><p>Sophie was convinced that Adam knew her body better than she did at this point, with how easily he worked her up and into an orgasm. Dropping her head to his shoulder, Sophie exhaled audibly as she came down from her high. Adam proudly kissed her face before licking his fingers.</p><p>"I am the one invited to Sundance, and you get the orgasm." He teased, brushing his nose on hers. Sophie leaned back with a pout.</p><p>"I--" She sputtered. Adam chuckled and engulfed her mouth into a kiss, laughing.</p><p>"I am kidding. I am kidding." He said, holding her face in his hands. "You have to go to work. Sophie nodded slowly, planting tiny kisses over his cheeks before jumping up and bouncing towards the bathroom. </p><p>- - - - - - - -</p><p>Anne gripped hands with Sophie as they entered the bar. Sophie plastered a smile on her face as Anne led her to a modest crowd of bohemian looking thirty something-year-olds. Sophie greeted the group before searching out for Sam. </p><p>She had promised Sophie that she wouldn't leave her alone with Anne and her 'crew' for the night. Sophie had not planned on joining everyone for drinks. Still, Sam asserted that Sophie was required to have a celebratory drink despite Sophie explaining that Adam's accomplishment was not hers. </p><p>Sophie perched herself on the edge of the circle, rapping her foot against the table leg. She ached to head home to her pajamas and Adam on the couch. Adam also had insisted that Sophie go out with Anne. Sophie had not been very social since Adam had returned from his last filming trip; her mental health had become her primary focus, and she found herself resting quietly alone most evenings, the nights Adam was away. For the first time in a long time, she savored the silence and her own company. </p><p>Sophie played with the ice in her water when she glanced up to see Anne agreeing aggressively in her direction, her eyes wide and apprehensive. She was in conversation with a wispy blonde, clothed in scarves and flowy layers and paired an equally eccentric looking fellow. Sophie sipped her drink before hearing her name from behind her; turning, Sam motioned her to the bar; breathing a sigh of relief, Sophie happily joined her best friend. </p><p>"It's about time you got here, Jesus." Sophie breathed as she kissed Sam's cheek. "I never know what to say to Anne's friends." Sam laughed and threw back a shot before sampling her drink. </p><p>"Well, I don't care at this point. I have one goal in mind this Friday night." Sam pretended to fluff her hair. Sophie scanned the room and raised her eyebrow. </p><p>"I mean, it's pretty popping in here tonight; I am sure you will find quite the woman to entertain you for the evening." Sam grinned and turned to face the room.</p><p>"Look, not all of us can find our soulmate and settle down into domestic bliss. I can't wait to see you on the front cover of People's magazine as 'Best Couple.'" Sophie blurted out a 'ha!' before wrapping her arm around Sam's waist.</p><p>"No, no. I am going to be one of those silent partners. No one will know what I look like until Adam wins his first Oscar. And then the camera will pan to my basic, looking ass in the audience, ugly crying. This will be my unveiling to the world." Sam chuckled and excused herself to the bathroom. Sophie shifted and signaled for a water refill.</p><p>"Sophie?" Turning, she came face to face with the striking blonde from earlier. Sophie sipped her water and nodded. </p><p>"Yes? And you are?" The woman squinted her eyes at her and studied Sophie up and down before sounding an order to the bartender. Sophie nervously looked around for Anne. </p><p>"So, you are the new one. Let me guess, are you a writer? You don't strike me as the actress type." Sophie cleared her throat. She could tell by the woman's body language, her tone, that this was a confrontation, but it escaped her on the reason. She only hoped that Sam would appear. </p><p>"I am sorry, do we know each other? I saw you talking to Anne earlier.." Sophie said, shifting on her feet. The woman was considerably smaller than her, in frame and height, hair out of a fucking hair commercial, and bright cerulean eyes that were presently shooting daggers at Sophie. </p><p>"Well, I questioned why he hadn't answered my phone call and texts. I mean, he is still an idiot with technology, I am sure, right?" Her voice held a hint of amusement as she waited for the realization to hit Sophie. Sophie instantly discerned who the woman was in front of her; Jessa. </p><p>She had not learned much about his relationship with her; it was a raw memory for him. He sought to keep that part of his life in the past. Sophie's brain scrambled for a suitable way to react; confrontation was a big trigger for her trauma history. She knew she did not have the capacity for this interaction.</p><p>"I have to admit; I am slightly surprised by his choice. No, offense, but I didn't think he would return to his 'Hannah' days." Jessa sneered and signaled for a shot of vodka. "I mean, I guess it's like clinging to a tattered blanket... I hear he is a big shot actor now?" She raised an eyebrow at Sophie's silence. Sophie dug her nails into her palm.</p><p>"Yes, Jessa...He is doing quite well for himself..." Sophie paused and slipped into her customer service persona; her days in retail sometimes came in handy. Jessa sucked in her bottom lip, her face breaking into a smirk.</p><p>"Well, good luck to you then...he tends to hyperfocus, you know, of course, you do...He tends to get distracted; jumps from project to project, interests, women..." She tossed back the shot and proceeded. "He's so fucking erratic; I can't imagine that fame will help that absurd brain of his..." Sophie exhaled quickly; she wanted to rip Jessa's smug expression off her perfect fucking face.</p><p>"Well, I will be happy to send along your best wishes." Sophie finished her drink and started to move away. Jessa followed behind her.</p><p>"Look, look. I am just looking out for you. Adam Sackler is a fucking shit show, and you look nice enough. I am just trying to warn a woman. Sisterhood... and all that shit." She hummed with a smile. Sophie caught a glimpse of Sam making her way towards her, shaking her head. She turned back to Jessa.</p><p>"It's so nice to meet you finally, Jessa; it seems all the things I have heard about you are true. Have a goodnight." Sophie waved her hand at Sam as she made her way out onto the sidewalk. </p><p>Breathing in the cold, late fall air, she ran her hands through her hair. She knew Jessa wasn't a threat; she knew that Adam would never...She knew...But why didn't he tell her that Jessa was trying to reach him?... She stared down at her cellphone; 9:45 pm. Waving down a taxi, she hoped that the crushing pain in her chest would lessen before she got back to the apartment. </p><p>- - - - - - - -</p><p>Sophie clutched her carry-on bag in her hand. The Salt Lake City International Airport was confusing, and she was grateful to be almost at the hotel. Adam had arrived two days ahead of Sophie; he was booked up with press conferences and social meetings. He had described how fascinating the resort was, but his words did it no justice. Sophie's eyes widened as the driver passed the bustling street and into the Sundance Resort parking. She barely had time to take in the mountain views before a finely dressed woman popped her head into her way and jutted out her hand.</p><p>"Sophie? I am Bekah; I am a PR representative for the festival." Sophie looked around apprehensively. Bekah smiled and pushed her large black-rimmed glasses up on her head." The driver informed me of your arrival. You are with Adam Sackler, correct?" Sophie responded silently as the hotel staff wheeled her suitcase past her; she went to stop them, but Bekah interrupted her with a pat on the arm. "It's going to your room. Here, let's chat while I show you where you will be staying for a few days." </p><p>Bekah explained that every guest for the festival had a representative to help navigate the grounds and the festival. Adam and posse were at lunch and would be arriving back to the lodge shortly; Bekah was in charge of greeting Sophie and getting her set up in the room before dinner. Bekah spoke very fast and had zealous enthusiasm. Sophie nodded along as Bekah talked about the history of the lodge and Robert Redford.</p><p>Sophie attempted to take in the massive, beautiful, rustic furnishings, but it was hard at the pace that Bekah was moving them along. Bekah stopped in front of large wooden doors and swiped an entry key. The doors opened to an incredible room adorned with knotted beams, a stone fireplace, and an awe-inspiring panorama of the peak. Sophie found herself smiling at the large California king bed that silently begged for her to come and take a nap. She desperately wanted to immerse herself in its plush comforter, surrounded by various embroidered pillows.</p><p>Bekah listed off more instructions, but Sophie was at her cutoff point for stimulation. She needed to rest before a migraine blessed her with a visit. Once Bekah left, Sophie walked around the room. Adam had hung up all of his clothes, most likely at the request of his agent. Sophie felt the dress jackets before deciding to unpack her things. Sam had overseen her packing; Sophie had no clue what you wear to a film festival hosted on the top of a ski resort.</p><p>Sam being the fashionista that she is, was eager to help. Sophie carefully hung up her clothes in the adjacent closet. She was nervous, her mood slowly disintegrating over the last week leading up to the festival. She had opted not to tell Adam about meeting Jessa. Adam tended to react emotionally, and he needed to be focused on the event. Sophie would not be responsible for ruining this significant career achievement. So, she swallowed it down and continued to remind herself that Adam loved and wanted her by his side for this accomplishment.</p><p>The chime of her cellphone brought her to the present. Adam had sent her a text letting her know that he would meet her in their room within the hour. A rush of adrenaline and exhilaration broke over her, and she quivered. She was so proud and thrilled for him. Sophie shuffled to the welcoming bed and let herself fall back onto the mattress.</p><p>The next thirty-two hours were a blur. Adam was unlike anything she had seen from him before. He was all nerves and smiles and unusually obedient to his agent and his PR representative. The first night, she had anticipated him to be a horny mess, but after their extensive dinner with an assortment of film executives and actors, he collapsed on her chest as soon as they hit the hotel room. </p><p>Sophie was struggling to keep up. The endless sea of smiles and handshakes, the flashing of lights and bustling from location to location. She had no clue how Adam kept up, but he seemed to do it with such grace; it was clear that he was destined for stardom. </p><p>- - - - - - - -</p><p>Sophie had concluded that Adam's agent did not like her much; she was continuously moving Sophie out of the way and interrupting her when she could get close enough to Adam to speak. By the end of the second day, Sophie was exhausted. </p><p>Sophie dropped her heels at the end of the bed and shuffled to the bathroom. Adam's clothes were on a heap on the floor when she found him standing at the window. </p><p>"Handsome, are you trying to create a scandal?" She teased, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her face in the curve of his back.</p><p>"My dick isn't out." He hummed, rotating and drawing her in front of him, relaxing his chin on her head. "All better. They can just stare at you in this killer dress." </p><p>Adam touched a kiss into her hair. "So, I forgot to mention this..." He paused before continuing. "I am not flying back with you tomorrow. I thought I was, but I need to stay behind for a few more meetings. A large studio is interested in a wider release." Sophie shifted and stared at him, conflicted. She wanted to be happy for him, but the weekend's weariness had left her raw. </p><p>"That's awesome..." She said, cracking a weak smile before drifting away from Adam and towards the closet to change. Adam nodded understandingly. </p><p>"I know you're upset. I am sorry. I know you hate traveling alone...I should be back in New York no later than Wednesday." He breathed, perching on the edge of the bed. "It's just such an opportunity..." Sophie smiled and slid her evening gown onto a hanger. </p><p>"Yes, it's important. I am very excited for you." She murmured, unhooking her bra, and hauling her suitcase to her to find her favorite tee-shirt. Adam stood and danced towards her.</p><p>"Boobs." He chimed, cupping her breasts in his hands before kissing the tip of her nose. Sophie groaned and swiped at his hands; this only encouraged him. "Hey, hey." He seized her waist and yanked her to him. "Don't do that." He rustled, kissing her forehead. </p><p>Sophie's nostrils flared as she pushed away from him. She heard him sigh as she walked into the bathroom. Adam slowly followed behind her. "Kid, don't be upset. We will get you some Benadryl for the flight." He mused as he hugged the doorframe. Sophie furiously shook her head; the bubbling frustration and weariness started to pull her under, clutching the sink. She spoke deliberately.</p><p>"It's not about the flight. I am just...tired." Sophie's shoulders dropped, and she looked at Adam in the mirror reflection. He did not believe her, and it was visible by the shifting in his expression. He likewise was tired; they stood on dangerous ground. Adam crossed his arms over his chest.<br/>
"Okay, then. Let's sleep." Sophie pressed her lips together and nodded, pulling out her travel toothpaste. </p><p>"Are you going to watch me brush my teeth?" She murmured in passing; the question was the match that was needed. Adam exploded. </p><p>"What the hell is the matter? You've been weird all weekend. I know you have social anxiety, Christ, but I thought you would be happy to be here!" He roared out of the bathroom. Sophie tossed her toothbrush in the sink and marched behind him. </p><p>"I am happy to be here. I am so proud of you. But I have also been shoved in every corner in this damn resort. Your agent, she hates me."<br/>
Adam shook his head and paced the room. "No, she does not hate you! Why the fuck would she hate you?" He asked in exasperation. Sophie shrugged.</p><p>"I don't know. Didn't you realize I was never next to you? I was always kept at least an arm's length away. It's probably for your image. I mean, she is crafting you into the next fucking Leonardo or whatever." Adam put up his hands.</p><p>"No! No, do not do that! Do not make this about that, Sophie Marie." Sophie spun around and slipped on her nightshirt. Ignoring Adam's staring, she proceeded to brush her teeth and get ready for bed. Adam was seated cross-legged on the bed, waiting for her. "She doesn't hate you." He hummed when she reappeared. Sophie tossed her hairbrush in her suitcase.</p><p>"Adam, if I was an agent and my handsome, talented, rising star client had a girlfriend like me, I would hate me too. People like seeing gorgeous people with other equally attractive people." Adam growled and punched the pillow. </p><p>"I am not listening to this. You are ridiculous." He fumed and threw himself back into the mattress. Sophie knew that she would later regret the words that were about to fall from her mouth, but she proceeded. </p><p>"That's how Jessa sees it." Silence. She moved to sit at the ottoman. Adam sat up and stared at her, his face blank.</p><p>"Jessa? What are you talking about?" </p><p>Sophie gazed at the ceiling. Why did she do this? Let her emotions take the steering wheel; this is precisely what she was working on in therapy. She knew it was too late to walk back; she had to finish. </p><p>"I saw Jessa before I left New York. She ran into me into the bar. She said a lot of stupid shit. It doesn't matter. I am just tired..." Adam jumped off the bed and started pacing.</p><p>"Why didn't you tell me you met her?" He asked under his breath. Sophie's hands squirmed in her lap; she was suddenly aware of how much her body was responding to the rising tension in the room. </p><p>"I didn't think it was important." She mumbled, looking down in her lap. Adam ran his hands through his hair and grabbed a water bottle off the table.</p><p>"You didn't think it was important? But it was important enough to bring up here, while we were at Sundance?" Sophie locked her gaze with him across the room, his eyes weary and cross. </p><p>"Look, she just made it a point to bring up that you are on the rise and..." Adam interrupted Sophie.</p><p>"And what? That I would leave you? Go back to her? Are you fucking kidding me, Sophie? You saw my psycho ex-girlfriend, the one I've only ever talked about how much chaos she brought into my life, and you thought what, it was a good idea to listen to her? And bring it up on the most important weekend of my career? What the fuck, kid." Sophie didn't realize she was crying until she saw Adam's face contort in pain. She wiped the back of her hand on her face.</p><p>"I came here, excited to share this with you. I am so, so proud of you, Adam. You've made it. You are at Sundance! But this weekend has only confirmed my fears..." Adam's mouth shaped into a firm line, and he moved to Sophie, immediately on his knees, holding her hands into his, he caressed the inside of her wrists.</p><p>"Stop. No. We've talked about this. You keep me sane; you are everything. Stop. I am sorry you've been hurting this weekend. I want you right there, next to me. I want to show you off." Sophie shook her head, tears falling faster.</p><p>"This is not what I wanted. I didn't want to wreck this weekend. I am just so tired lately, drained. Adam let go of her hands, jumped up, pulling her into a tight hug.</p><p>"It's okay, kid. You didn't wreck anything..." He sounded, rocking Sophie in his arms. "I am so happy you are here with me..." He reflected. "Whenever I felt nervous, I would find your face in the crowd and would feel better; so really, I couldn't have done this without you." Sophie nestled into his chest, clasping her hands around him. "Let's climb into bed...I just want to wrap up in you and sleep. Fuck, all this nonsense." Adam let go of her and pinched her chin. "Okay?" Sophie smiled weakly and agreed.</p><p>- - - - - - - -</p><p>It had been four days since Sophie had returned to New York. Adam had an unexpected meeting that brought him to Los Angeles at the last minute, and he had not returned home. </p><p>Sophie had spent the last three days bent over the toilet and sleeping curled up in a ball of the couch.</p><p>Sophie dumped her things on the counter; the clerk friendly greeted her as she rang Sophie up. Sophie swallowed down the bile rising in her throat as the cashier scanned the pregnancy test and dropped it in the bag.</p>
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<a name="section0002"><h2>2. Epilogue</h2></a>
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            <p>Sophie &amp; Sackler</p><p>Sundance: Chapter Eight Epilogue </p><p>TW: Pregnancy, Mental Illness, Death, Angst</p>
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    <p>Your scent has almost completely faded from the white teeshirt that I sleep with every night. It's the last of the bunch I saved before removing the last of your things from the apartment.</p><p>I couldn't do it myself; Sam emptied out your workshop. I kept the hammer. I know how much you hate me stubbing my toe on the floorboards. </p><p>Sam is a lifesaver. She has been to all the doctor's appointments with me; saves all the ultrasound pictures. I can't look at them; my therapist says that in time, it will feel right. I can almost hear you pointing out the penis and giggling, that toothy smile.</p><p>It's been 121 days, 2880 hours since I heard your voice cracking over that shitty Facetime app. Exhausted and eager to be home. You almost made it back to me. Almost. </p><p>I will never forgive myself for not telling you. Maybe if I had, you would have come home sooner. You wouldn't have gotten into that taxi that afternoon. You would still be here, lecturing me about artificial sugars. </p><p>I am struggling to recall the tone of your voice in the morning, the comfort of your hair on my chest, the press of your nose, lips in my neck. </p><p> I need you to hold me, handsome. I need you to tell me I can do this, to sit with me on the floor of the shower and remind me that I have to be strong, not for me but for him. I am bigger than my illness.  </p><p>I think I am going to name him after his Daddy... </p><p>Because I can't live in a world without Adam Sackler. </p><p>- - - - -</p><p>Sophie shot up from bed, tears flowing down her face. Frantically, grabbing her cellphone, she dialed Adam's number.  She broke when Adam's sleepy voice picked up.</p><p>"Kid?...Sophie? What's the matter." </p><p>"Nightmare, I had a nightmare," Sophie murmured, clutching the white teeshirt next to her; taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat. "Adam, I need to tell you something.."</p>
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